Those fingers find my cunt, sliding in wetly.
“I’m a man of my word,” he whispers in my ear as he works me with two fingers. “I swore I’d spank you for stealing my blade, and I haven’t yet had a chance to fulfill my promise.”
The rasp of his belt through his trousers brings all my attention in on the sensation within my body. I can’t see him. Only feel him as he works a third brutal finger inside me.
“Give me all of you,” he whispers, the rough calluses of his fingertips brushing against my clit. “Not just the parts the world sees, but all the broken pieces you hide so well. Let down your guard. Let me in. Let me love you, especially those broken pieces. I will shield them ever so carefully.”
A shudder runs through me. My body is his, and dare I say it, but my heart trembles in that direction. But this? He asks for everything. For mysoul.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Bael drapes a silk blindfold across my eyes, tying it behind my head. Immediately, all my senses heighten, and a small pit of delicious nervousness blooms inside me.
“You are safe,” he tells me, as if he senses it.
Despite myself, I tense. “How many?”
“Ten lashes. I want you to feel a taste of it, but you need to be able to walk and move after this. You need to relax.”
Relax?
“Are you ready?”
I curl my fingers around the chains, forcing the rest of my body to relax.
Heat paints itself through my skin as the first blow falls. It’s a shock, so swift and intense that sparks shatter off the back of my eyelids before I even know it’s done.
“Alright, my fierce one?”
“Yes,” I grind out, because I know he won’t continue unless I do. Every step in this dance, he forces me to be complicit.
I gasp again and again as he sets into a methodical rhythm. It’s like the buttery kiss of leather, pain flourishing a second before an intense, indescribable sensation takes hold. He’s holding back. I know he’s holding back and I cannot comprehend what it would feel like for him to unleash. I’ve never felt like this before, like pain can be so precisely dealt that it feels like pleasure. It winds within me, my toes curling as I try to hold myself back. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. My inner muscles clench, body tightening…
“Not yet,” he commands, breaking off and trailing the belt over my bottom.
I don’t know if we’re finished. I just know that if he doesn’t hurry up,I’mgoing to finish. Again.
A hand slides up my back, capturing the nape of my neck with a pressure so firm and deliberate that my body bucks at the touch. “Not yet,” he snarls. “I want to be inside you when you finish. I want to feel that greedy little cunt tightening around me, milking my cock… I want to brand your body, your soul, until you cannot breathe for want of me.”
The blunt head of his thick cock finds my entrance, dancing through the slickness there as if to tease me before he slides in. A helpless moan tears loose as he thrusts within me, sinking right to the hilt with slow deliberateness. He’s large enough that taking him last night was an effort, but this angle is punishing. I bite my lip as he works his way inside me, eased by the oil and my slickness.
Fuck, I’m right there at that edge again, pleasure and pain.
Fingers dig into my hips as he sets a bruising pace. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “So fucking perfect.”
Skin slaps against skin as he grinds into me, and I beg and moan, savoring the feel of all that thickness stretching me. He said once that he’d own me, and I didn’t understand. But in this moment, I am his. Wholly and fully, my body squeezing tight around him as he rides over that sensitive little spot inside me.
“That’s it.” His hand sinks into my hair, gathering a fistful of it, fucking me so slowly I want to scream. “Right there, my little lioness. You want it, don’t you?”
“Oh, Gods, Bael!” I cry out, body tensing.
He slows down, grinding hard, the base of his cock rubbing against my clit. Words flow over me, filthy words, praising me fortaking it all, telling me it’sokay to come, that I can come now…
Pleasure explodes through me, leaving me biting the bench and begging. Bael thrusts hard, as if my oblivion grants him permission. He rides over that spot deep inside me, again and again, hips driving against me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He bends low, kissing the back of my neck, his body curled over mine. “Mine, Zyla. Mine for now, mine forever.”
He laces his fingers through mine.
